Chitra: Scene V

Scene V

                         Vasanta
I CANNOT keep pace with thee, my friend!  I am tired.  It is a
hard task to keep alive the fire thou hast kindled.  Sleep
overtakes me, the fan drops from my hand, and cold ashes cover
the glow of the fire.  I start up again from my slumber and with
all my might rescue the weary flame.  But this can go on no
longer.

                          Madana
I know, thou art as fickle as a child.  Ever restless is thy play
in heaven and on earth.  Things that thou for days buildest up
with endless detail thou dost shatter in a moment without regret.
But this work of ours is nearly finished.  Pleasure-winged days
fly fast, and the year, almost at its end, swoons in rapturous
bliss.

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